Comments for JustLinda

Comment on Wife of Diabetic by MotherUnexpected

MotherUnexpected — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 22:31:50 +0000

I just found this post looking for others in my situation. I knew that they were out there. It sucks feeling like you’re on your own island. I married my husband 2 years ago, we’ve been together for 10, he’s been a T1 since he was 8 years old. I knew that he was diabetic a couple years after we met, however, he refrained from openly telling me until our daughter was born shortly after we were married in 2009.

He works in emergency medical services, so you can imagine, he’s not the best “patient” thinking that he knows or can do/fix/whatever. Lately though he’s been having a lot of hypo episodes. The last bad one I recall was a few years ago and he was pulling out of a driveway and I had to physically get into the driver’s seat on top of him and stop and remove the keys.

It happened again about two months ago, he was outside working on his vehicle, came in was fine, then he was unconscious on the couch. I fixed it and assumed he had just gotten too hot and was too busy or stubborn to care. Apparently he didn’t remember more than thirty minutes prior to that outside with his father.

They have been happening more and more lately. Just the other night, he came to bed and was fine, then I got bit and all the little cues went off. I fixed it and now here I am.

And you’ve pointed me to the term hypoglycemic unawareness.

I’m trying to find things to do to help, without pushing, without freaking out, and without pushing him away. Now that he’s in his 30′s you would think he would be more concerned… but it’s just me that is becoming increasingly alarmed.

Thanks for writing this. I feel like though we exist, we are too silent in our struggles.

Comment on Karma doesn’t wear a coat by rings

rings — Tue, 28 Jun 2011 04:12:43 +0000

A loyal fan is born. well that is what i really feel after reading your post.

Comment on Little Sally Walker by Chloe

Chloe — Thu, 19 May 2011 13:29:53 +0000

Hi there, thank you for this beautiful piece of writ. I was always the last one chosen, every single time teams were chosen. When the process started, my heart would beat so fast that it fluttered, then the pretence that it’s all okay, when it’s not. I’m now in my fifties and the other day at a family gathering I mentioned this in passing, about our school days and about this stuff, and suddenly I was so very tearful and my very elderly mom could not understand from where the emotion. The thing is it still hurst today. I daresay that it’s a form of bullying (why not draw names from a hat?) and that’s possible where further bullying my progress from. I was a very sickly kid, an asthmatic with limited abilities. Today I’m strong and I do vertical climbing with my sons. But can someone please lobby against this inhuman practice. If it makes me cry still at 50 the hurt is far too hidden. Gee now I have a lump in my throat again. You’re beautiful young lady!!!!

Comment on My kids are dumpster divers by It’s A Boy! « Murph's Irish Grudge

It’s A Boy! « Murph's Irish Grudge — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 18:33:18 +0000

[...] “Two of your kids never want to throw anything away and it drives you crazy.” Hello, dumpster diver blog post from three weeks [...]

Comment on My kids are dumpster divers by JustLinda

JustLinda — Sat, 02 Apr 2011 13:27:04 +0000

I just snapped this – my daughters collection of rescued stuff that she needs to keep to “make something with”. These are all empty: http://i2.photobucket.com/albu.....9fb172.jpg

Comment on Little Sally Walker by Erin

Erin — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 00:34:48 +0000

This. I was also the fat kid who was picked last, even by my so-called friends. I learned to find real friends, among the other last-picks. I was teased and tormented by boys and girls up until high school. I was still fat, but the kids seemed to be better at hiding their contempt. And I was also a great swimmer, despite my girth, so I lettered in swimming. I never looked at being fat as limiting to me, but I sure knew that others did. Keep telling her how capable she is and how wonderful. I’m still fat, but I’m happy and I have great friends now who don’t see that as a bad thing.

Comment on My kids are dumpster divers by Pamela D Hart

Pamela D Hart — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 01:09:07 +0000

My boys didn’t really care if I saved stuff or not, other than the occasional hang something on the fridge deal. However, I do have boxes for them which include locks of hair and their baby teeth. I am NOT a pack rat, really! I’m quite selective in what I save and very organized.

Comment on My kids are dumpster divers by Katie

Katie — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 16:32:49 +0000

Amber told me about the treat jar…she loved it! I wish you had taken a picture of it to post on here. I’ve only been writing a blog for a few months and I already know that I should snap a quick cell phone pic of EVERYTHING just in case I decide to write about it.

Comment on My kids are dumpster divers by Lisaontheloose

Lisaontheloose — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 14:07:05 +0000

I throw away stuff on the sly too! For the same reasons.

Comment on Wife of Diabetic by Rachael

Rachael — Wed, 30 Mar 2011 02:30:47 +0000

I love how your guard gets up, and then you notice EVERYTHING. Every sound, every ‘clue’.
I enjoyed reading this! And I definitely feel like I know a lot about diabetes. I mean, I knew nothing about diabetes. But this was an interesting way to find out some stuff.